>>5425714https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxTtWkVR4y8Nope, you stammer, turning your attention back to the toilet, not today, thanks!
“<span class="mu-i">So this is the payoff, huh?</span>” He asks with a slightly-echoing chuckle, “<span class="mu-i">Good Boy’s new monkey in a suit AND the producer of a student film? You know what they say, Stannie-there’s no business quite like show business, is there?</span>”
Fuck <span class="mu-s">OFF</span>, you snap as you feel another round of bile working its way up your raw, stinging throat, you’re… you’re not real…
“<span class="mu-i">That IS what that quack said, didn’t he?</span>” Muses the apparition as it stoops down next to you in the blink of an eye! “<span class="mu-i">’Dead and buried, couldn’t harm a fly’?</span>”
That’s fucking <span class="mu-i">right</span>, you rasp, now <span class="mu-s">BEAT IT!</span>
For a brief moment you can almost feel a hand on your head–one gnarled like a tree’s roots but colder than a pound of ice cream!
“<span class="mu-i">Well, bumblebee, it never hurts to get a second opinion…</span>” Boris says with a smile in his distorted voice, “<span class="mu-i">ESPECIALLY in your, well… condition, and all.</span>”
Blinking onto the toilet seat with his legs spread into a lazy sitting position, your ex-coworker gives you a menacing smile.
“<span class="mu-i">After everything that’s happened… after everything you’ve done… do you REALLY plan on bringing THEM into this world?</span>” Scoffing at the notion, Boris shakes his head at you dismissively. “<span class="mu-i">Shiiiit, Parble, you’re stupider than I thought… and I thought you were VERY stupid, if I might add.</span>”
Doesn’t matter, you reply with a forced laugh, you’re alive… he’s <span class="mu-s">NOT</span>! Get with the program!
“<span class="mu-i">Now, now, bumblebee,</span>” continues your coworker after a trio of tsks, “<span class="mu-i">Death doesn’t really mean much nowadays, does it? You and I know that better than anyone!</span>”
Whatever, you stammer as you crawl backwards away from him, he’s <span class="mu-s">gone</span>! End of story!
“<span class="mu-i">Well gee, guess you might be right…</span>” Boris muses as he takes his time getting up and strolling over to you, “<span class="mu-i">Hell, maybe you’re just going KOO-KOO! Maybe you’re gonna end up locked up for the rest of your miserable life, ever think of that?</span>”
Kneeling in front of your prone form, Boris gives your nose a playful tweak with his spectral fingers!
“<span class="mu-i">Shoot, Parble, I’d take death over that any day!</span>”
He’s not going away… but you <span class="mu-s">NEED</span> him to go away, damn it! HOW!?
>KICK HIM!>EYE LASER THE BASTARD!>SHOUT SOMETHING (WHAT?)!>THAT DOCTOR… HE GAVE YOU SOME PILLS…>WRITE-IN! 